Sometimes things just happen. Sometimes it’s a good thing. Sometimes it’s bad. There are things and people added to our plans – and sometimes things and people are taken away. There are times of happiness, comfort and safety – But then there is a time of desolation, hurt and loss.
No one wants to feel abandoned, isolated and left behind. While it may not happen so much when we’re young – sooner or later it does as we get older. The same comforts, circumstances and even people in our lives, that are with us when we begin our journey, or part way through our journey – sometimes do not continue with us the rest of the way. It is the feeling of being “left alone”. It is difficult to understand. But it is called life.
This week we’ve been training our 14 week old puppy, Daisy to stay home alone – without anyone here. Training her to wait – be patient – that we will come back again – therefore reassuring her, by our return that she is not being left permanently. It is a training for us too as we do not want her to feel lonely, brush her aside like she is not important – but at the same time we want to reduce her anxiety by the fact that we will return. It is difficult to explain that to a puppy.
In the same way – I wonder how much our earthly anxiety is a mixture of “unnecessary worry” and “childlike anxiety” simply because we do not understand our situation and circumstances like God does. We don’t have the ability to wait and trust that God sees the bigger picture – and that it is only for a “season” and not “forever”. I’m sure that God must say, “I know best. I can see everything all at once. Trust me” But we miss it – because we’re too busy being uncomfortable at our own perceived feeling of “being left”. And more than that – that God doesn’t hear us or understand.
There are some lessons that can only be learned without anyone with me. Feeling that isolation is good for me. In anxiety I learn trust. In feeling abandoned by my overwhelming circumstance – I learn faith. And I also want to remain hopeful that God has all the answers to the questions I have. That there will be a time when I understand.
And until then – I must learn the same painful lesson that our puppy must. Being left alone is sometimes how God speaks His most powerful insights to me. It is in that lesson, that I am stronger, more compassionate to others, and ready for God to use me again.
When was the last time you feel completely alone? When you lost something you thought you would always have? Did you hear God speak to you?